Tell me - is it possible for someone to be addicted to her bedroom? I mean it in the purest, most literal sense. I can't stop thinking about my light blue quilt cover and sham, shiny yellow desk, soft rectangular lamp (all from Ikea) and cheery file organizer (from Target). I think about them all day. I want to spend all my time with them. Is this the weak-minded materialist or the beauty-lover showing its face? Sigh. Probably a mixture of both.
In other good news, Albert Pujols and Chris Carpenter are once again living up to their reputation as the oil in the Cardinals' well-oiled machine. I think I'm the only one besides my sisters who cares, but no matter. It's not every year you get to watch the MVP and Cy Young winners play together, guns blazing, blowing us all away.
Listening to Mos Def, sitting at my yellow desk, pondering a blue sleep....
Oh oh, P.S. I've decided to write a hymn, and might post it once Hope butchers it up a bit.
me care me love carpenter and pujols go cards
Obsessed with your bedroom? That is a little odd. What with Linnea recently writing that she doesn't like to go out much, you being obsessed with your bedroom, and Hope's feet, it sounds like the only people who go places where you live are Keri and Tami :)